Wendy and I have been doing some dreaming – part of it comes from days gone by, and some from what we always hoped would be the opportunity to have family vacations together when our kids were grown, married and had their own kids. The slide show above shows you a taste of one of our vacations. You can see that Phil and Jason were young – and we were at Sandbanks Provincial Park with a tent trailer. I should add, we had a Chev Cavalier with a 4 cylinder 1.6-litre engine pulling that trailer with us and all out stuff. It always did better downhill.
These were great days. We sure didn’t have much money but we had the trailer and we always ate well. Wendy was the master of easy to make, but delicious meals!
Of course, the boys loved being outdoors and near the water and with some books, a few good games and our handy eat-in tent, we were usually set to enjoy a couple of weeks in “the wild”.
Years later we moved up to the Hybrid trailer but we did enjoy these days.
Now we wonder – will we, in retirement, get to do something similar with the grandchildren?
It was a rather nice day, a bit too cool for walking with a biting wind out of the north, but in the car with the sun shining it was very pleasant. Southern Ontario residents suffer through winter, not due to terrible winter conditions – for the most part we are better off than most Canadians – but rather we get months of dull, grey, overcast sky. So when the sun comes out and we get a big blue sky, it is an occasion to be outside – at least for a drive on a day like this.
We had decided to take a drive east of the city where there are some lovely little hamlets with a quaint feeling of days gone by. In fact, sometimes you see evidence of practices of the past. Like this cemetery on the edge of Newtonville. I went up this road because there was a small city-like subdivision just off the main highway (if a two-lane road can be called a highway). Here’s the water supply for flowers being left at a grave marker – or getting a drink I suppose, though not in winter.
The image of the water well pump takes me back to my grandmother’s cottage on Green Bay – part of Lake Cecebe. And while I haven’t been to that cottage in decades, and the use of the water pump goes back to my childhood, I never see one of these that I don’t think about running out the sided door of the cottage to get a bucket of water for my Nanny. Hard to believe in a world of iPhones, satellites, 3-D imaging and the video chats that this technology was popular not so long ago.
As we drove by I spied this in the cemetery and backed up the car so I could grab a photo.
What a surprise to drive along the coutry road and see so many wild turkeys…not butterball….out in the snow pecking for food! Further down the road we came across about 20 ot 30 of them together and as I approached with my camera they took off! I was having some trouble seeing them on the screen of the camera so it’s not the best video I’ve ever posted but it let’s you see them flying up into the trees!